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Verona's Dream
Verona awoke from a deep sleep. She slowly tried to open her eyes, but found it difficult. The room had a bright light shining through the slightly cracked curtains. Even though the room was dark, except for the light shining though the curtains, the walls seemed to glow a mystical white. Once Verona realized she was not in her room at the castle she became confused and disoriented. Where am I? What am I doing here? She slowly sat up in the bed she was in. She looked down at the linens on her bed. They were fancy and elegant. In fact, everything in the room was elegant. Great tapestries hung on the walls, furniture made of rich wood filled the room, and she seemed to be dressed in extravagant clothing.
What should I do? She cautiously got out of the bed. The floor was cold on her feet. She then looked down and saw that it was made of white marble. She looked around the room to try to see where she was. She could not get over how the walls were glowing. Things seemed to be so mystical. It appealed to her. She felt like she belonged there. But why?
Verona walked over to the curtains where the bright light was peeking through. She put one hand on the curtains. Should I open them? She was apprehensive. She hesitated for a moment and then threw the curtains open. She was not prepared for what she was about to see.
Outside of the curtains was a balcony connected to her room. She walked out to the edge of the balcony and looked out. She was high up in a palace over looking a great city. Below her were busy streets filled with the sounds of children playing, merchants selling their goods, and the clicking of horse's hooves. There were buildings lining the streets made of the same white stone her walls were made of. She stood there surveying the busy city below. Then she looked higher towards the outer edge of the city. Then she saw a great wall surrounding the city and beyond that, there were great mountains. For some reason she felt comforted by the sight of the city even though it was foreign to her.
"Milady, you have just got up and you aren't even dressed yet?" said a woman from behind. Verona jumped and turned around in shock. "Milady, are you well?" Verona just stood there silently. Should she stay silent or speak to the woman? What bad could it do, the woman acted as if she knew her. "Milady…?" "Yes, I'm sorry. You just scared me that's all." "You must hurry up and get dressed or you will be late." Verona paused for a second. "Be late? For what?" "Are you sure you are well? Don't you remember? The soldiers are coming back from the battle. Milady, your fiancée will be back and you will finally be able to marry him." "Yes, of course. How could I forget." "I will go and fetch your gown." The woman walked out of the room. Verona just stood there. I have a fiancée? Who is it, is this true or am I dreaming? She stood there until the woman came back with her clothing. "Here you are, are you going to need any assistance?" "No, that's ok I can manage." "Ok milady. You should hurry so you won't be late for the celebration. Let me know when you are done so I can call for the carriage." Verona nodded and the woman left.
Listening to the woman's advice Verona got dressed quickly. Her robes were deep blue adorned with silver embroidery. The material was so soft that she could barely feel it touch her skin. She then went out the same door that the woman had gone out. Ahead of her was a grand hallway. The floors were made of the same white marble from her room. She walked down the long hallway until she came to a large staircase. The staircase was huge. It was made of dark wood that seemed to shimmer in the light. Verona walked down the staircase and met the woman from before. She was standing there with a man who also appeared to be a servant. The woman looked to the man and said, "Get the carriage ready and make sure it is suited for Lady Verona."
Verona waited until the carriage was ready and was then escorted by the man to the carriage. She climbed in and sat in the lavishly decorated seat. The man shut the door and told the driver, "Take her to the celebration and make haste." "Yes sir." With one quick snap of the whip, the carriage began to move.
Verona still was confused about her situation. Why am I here? Where exactly is here? And most of all, who is the mystery man I am supposed to be marrying? She paused for a moment and thought to herself… could it be?
Sorry it took me so long to update. I have been really busy lately. I hope the story is still going in a good direction. Please review.